She just gives me The Look and tosses one of them fishie shaped treats *that no other kitty gets!* and tells me to 'go lay down'.
Go Lay Down?
GO LAY DOWN?
My ouchie footie.
I swears it's cos I'm locked up and can't go excersize it!
Just the other day after I ruthlessly chased that Ornj Mutant Mancat through the house, ran skidding on the little rug you see behind me there on the shiny floor, chased that hissy b*tch Tuxie (ok, that one was kinda fun cos you should see her when she 'runs' and she's all so short and so her body looks like a litte brick on a train track all chugga chugga and no choooo choooooo) but nothing... NOTHING, it's still ouchie.
Ok; I gotta go lay down, more laters dudes.
Thanks for alla loves, treats & headbutts, I surely could use 'em and they felt nice.